Siren on the Rocks

 

Pricktease?

Strutting around like a pea-hen.

Goods displayed for all to see,

Like a meat-stall on the market.

‛Best breast on special offer’

‛Get yourself a nice bit of leg for the weekend.’

 

She might as well carry a billboard,

‛Two for the price of one.’

Form a queue,

anybody’s

for a cocktail or ten.

‛Siren on the Rocks’

 

A quick grope against the wall,

and a döner kebab.

A quick ride home in the taxi,

with “what’s your name?”

Oblivion.

The perfect Saturday night.